I'm a beautiful butterfly

I don't usually fall sick. But when I do, it feels like the end of the world. My mucus is green, I still have makeup from yesterday on, I am bed freaking ridden. If dad were still around, he'd stay by my bedside and keep feeling for my fever, disregarding the possibility of me passing my sickness to him. He'd go out on his own and buy food for me to nurse me back to health. All I've been able to accomplish today was to go to the adjacent master-bedroom and get 2 more blankets, go back to my bed and encase myself into a cocoon. Can't even sleep properly though, can hear the damn grass being mowed, can hear the ticking of my clock and watches. I close my eyes and my head still spins. Being sick and alone is the absolute worst.